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He’d put this off long enough. Kylo needed to finally speak to you about your father.

He’d been meaning to do it for days. But he could never seem to find the right time. Things were already delicate with you. A fine line drawn in the sand that each of you toed around. He didn't want to do anything to disturb the peace. But this couldn’t wait any longer.

Kylo finally worked up the nerve at dinner the night after court. You both have been in a good place since then. It was as if the tension surrounding you had finally snapped. You spoke to him, even joked with him a few times. Small actions of affection had been shared between you. Holding hands in court, a kiss to your cheek after dinner that night, glances across rooms.

But like everything else in his life, good things must come to an end.

You were sipping on your wine and enjoying your dessert at the moment. He gazed at you across the candlelight on the table. You looked so content for once. Here he was, the asshole about to ruin it.

Kylo finally cleared his throat and said your name softly, grabbing your attention.

“It’s time we discussed what to do about your father.”

Just like that, the tension comes back. You set down your wine glass and meet his eyes. You simply nod, motioning for him to continue.

“Well, I feel it’s best you decide what happens from here. I meant it when I said we were equals in everything. This is no different. I made the decision to imprison him and now I’d like you to decide what we do with him now.”

That was a big step for Kylo. He’s always made the decisions himself. He hated letting anyone else have control. Once his parents had passed and he was left in control of everything, he vowed to never let anyone else control him again. It seemed some vows were meant to be broken.

You look surprised by his words. As if the idea of it shocks you. He takes notice of the wide eyed expression you give him and the way your jaw drops just a bit. You take a moment to collect yourself before finally speaking.

“Oh um, well that makes sense I suppose.”

You look down, unsure of yourself. The confidence you had in court is nowhere to be found. He knows that’s due to your father. Your voice, opinions, and feelings had all been suppressed for years because of him. That was done and over with now.

“You should make the final choice in this decision. You deserve to get the last word.”

Kylo watches you take in his words, mulling over them in your head for a moment. Eventually you look back up at him and nod.

“Alright, then I’ll have the last word.”

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The next day you are led to the dungeon by the knights. You must look ridiculous surrounded by six large men. You certainly don’t fit in with the group. It almost humours you. But you stay concentrated on the task at hand.

You make your way into the dungeon and find that Kylo is already waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. He leads you to your father’s cell with a hand on your lower back.

You weren’t sure what you expected when you agreed to this. But the sight in front of you still shocks you nonetheless. Your father is tied to a hard wooden chair with rope. It appears as though he’s struggled for a bit, the areas around his hands and arms chafing and red. He is dirty and covered in his own blood. Some of it has dried to his clothes and skin, some looks fresh. You couldn’t help but think that your father looked like shit.

You stand at the doorway of the cell, too scared to come much closer. The knights take position at random areas of the dungeon. Two of them by the stairs, a few scattered around, and two more by the entrance to your fathers cell. Kylo has decided to stand inside the cell off to the side.

Your nose scrunches up as you take in the smell. The dungeon smells and looks absolutely repulsive. You feel as though you should feel bad that your father has been locked down here for over a week. But honestly, you couldn’t find it in you to care.

Your father has his head hung down, his gaze locked on his lap. He doesn’t move or make any signs of acknowledging your presence. He just continues to sit there and await what comes next.

You take a moment before you begin to speak. Your voice comes out soft and small. No matter the volume it still echoes around the dungeon. You fiddle with your fingers as you talk.

“I just want to know why, dad. Why have you treated me this way? How could you be so cruel to me?”

You wait a moment for an answer. But none came. Your father stays silent. It almost seems as if he’s ignoring you. You feel your anger beginning to build. After everything he’s put you through. Everything he’s done the very least he could do is give you answers. You take a few steps closer to him, your jaw tense.

“You are a horrible Duke and an even worse father. The dukedom was a beautiful place before you destroyed it. You took your anger and grief out on me and your people. You failed all of us. Mom would be disgusted with you. She’d hate who you’ve become and all you’ve done. You should fucking hate yourself.”

You take a breath, fighting back the tears welling up in your eyes. Your lip begins to quiver but you push past it. This is your only moment to get everything off your chest. You’ll be damned if you don’t take it.

“All I wanted was a father. My mother died and I needed my father. But you were nowhere to be found. Off doing who knows what with the fucking scum you call friends. You abandoned me when I needed you most. How could you do that to your only child? How could you do this to your daughter?”

Your father finally responds. He slowly raises his head to look at you. His eyes are bloodshot and bruises litter his face. His voice is gravely and rough as he spits his words out at you.

“I can do this because I never wanted you anyway. I didn’t want a weak, naive fucking girl. I wanted a boy. A son to raise and mold to take over the dukedom. Instead I was given a useless girl and a dead wife.”

His words sent you into a blind fury. You lose your temper before you can even think about your next actions. You take two large steps towards and let your fist fly. You land a hard punch to his jaw, sending his head to the side with the force. All that can be heard throughout the dungeon is the sick crack of bones.

You stand there and look down at him furiously. Your father moves his head back and looks up at you in anger. He begins screaming at you, calling you any horrid name he can think of. But you can’t even hear the venom he is spewing at you anymore. Your brain has taken over.

You let your hand fall back to your side as a neutral expression sits on your face. You are eerily calm as you state your next instructions.

“Kill him. Have no mercy. Treat him as you would any other traitor of the throne.”

Everything that happens next happens very quickly. Kylo is rushing you out of the dungeon as the knights move in on your father. The last thing you hear before Kylo gets you up the stairs is your father’s screams and the sound of bones breaking.

Kylo brings you to your bedroom and immediately starts fussing over your hand. He brings it up to inspect it, touching it in different places and asking if it hurts. All you could do is assure him you were fine. Your hand was a bit tender, but nothing to freak out over. It would heal. What you were focusing on currently was how you felt emotionally. It felt as though a giant weight had lifted off your shoulders. As if the clouds had finally parted and the sun began to shine through.

For the first time in a very long time, you felt at peace. As if you were finally safe and the man in front of you was the reason. You take your hand from his hand and place both of yours on his chest. You look up at him and smile. A real, genuine smile.

“Thank you, Kylo. You protected me. You saved me from him and the life he trapped me in.”

Kylo looks down at you shocked, unable to respond. He just nods at you, giving you a tight lip smile.

He doesn’t know what to say. Kylo never expected you to thank him for anything. Honestly, he was expecting the opposite. He was awaiting anger, confusion, and hurt. But not a thank you. Kylo doesn’t even know why you’ve said it. He was only doing what was right, what he needed to do. You deserved to be protected, cared for.

The adrenaline is coursing through your veins right now. You feel high off it. Finally getting everything off your chest, hurting him like he had hurt you. You're nearly bouncing off the walls. You look at Kylo and can’t fathom what he’s done for you. He’d given you this moment. Allowed you to take back your own freedom. His actions make your heart soar and your core ache.

Kylo is having a similar experience. He’s filled with adrenaline from head to toe. He wanted nothing more than to be the one watching the life drain from your father’s eyes. But you were more important. You needed him and he’d be damned if he wasn’t right next to you. He has all this pent up energy from being left out of the fight and nowhere to put it. But what’s plaguing him the most right now is his reaction towards you. Watching you fight back, let loose and become violent did something sinister to him. His arousal was unstoppable. His cock was hard as a rock the moment he heard your father’s jaw crack at your hand.

You look up at Kylo and begin to feel shy. You know what you want but don’t know how to ask for it. He’s your husband and you’d done this once before. But for whatever reason this time feels different. It’s on your own terms. You take a deep breath and finally get the courage to ask for what you want.

“Kylo, I want you to take me.”

Well that could certainly be one place to put all the energy. But he couldn’t just do that. He’d never want to take advantage of you or the state you’re in. He looks down at you with a concerned face.

“Y/N, I don’t want to take advantage of you. I want you, but not if you aren’t certain.”

You can’t help but smile at him. It seems as though he never stops caring for you. Always putting your feelings high on his list of priorities. It melts your heart and only makes you want him more.

“Kylo, I assure you that’s all I want in this moment. Please, I want you.”

Kylo takes one last look in your eyes, as if he’s looking for any hint of dishonesty. It seems he doesn’t find any because in the next moment he’s lifting you up and bringing you to your bed. Clothes are removed quickly. There is nothing slow and careful about this time. It is all passion and messy movements.

Kylo strips you of your clothes as you do the same to him. You keep your eyes locked on him as he pushes you back to lay on the bed and slowly falls to his knees in front of you. You’re about to question him, but all thoughts fly from your head as he pulls your knees apart and begins kissing up your inner thigh.

Kylo keeps his eyes locked on yours as his mouth makes contact with your core. Your eyebrows shoot up in shock, a breathy gasp leaving your lips.

This was a new experience for both of you. You’d never been touched this way and Kylo certainly hadn’t done this before. But your absolute ecstasy throws any nerves or inhibitions right off your balcony.

Kylo laps his tongue up your slit, flicking the tip over your sensitive nub. His moves aren’t perfect. They’re messy and unpracticed, getting a sense of what feels good. How to keep those moans tumbling out of your mouth.

He wraps his lips around your clit, giving it light sucks that has your head falling back. That burning, tight knot was beginning to build in you again. You could feel your pleasure building quickly, sending shocks up your spine. But you finally break when you feel his tongue teasing your entrance. Kylo licks up some of your juices, letting the taste of you take over his senses. You can’t help but squirm as you feel him mumble and moan against your core.

“You taste fucking delicious.”

You can’t take it anymore. You reach down between your legs and grab a bit of his hair, yanking him away from your core. He grunts and looks up at you with concerned eyes. The sight of him sends another small moan falling from your mouth. He’s knelt between your legs, face flushed and eyes dark with lust. Your juices cover his mouth and chin. You watch in awe as he licks his lips and smirks up at you.

Kylo moves quickly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and pull you onto his lap. He hisses as your burning hot core grazes over his cock. You look down, taking it in for the first time. You didn’t get a chance to see it on your wedding night, so you take your time now. His dick stands erect from him, long and hard. A bit of precum drips from his swollen red tip. You can’t yourself as you let your finger drag across it, gathering it on your fingertip. Kylo lets out a rough moan as his cock twitches.

“Y/N, please.”

You look back up at him, tilting your head to the side.

“Please what?”

“Don’t tease me, darling. I need you.”

You bite your lip and feel your core flutter at his words. There was no denying how bad you both needed each other. But you were a bit lost. He did everything for you the last time, you didn’t know what to do.

Kylo seems to notice your confusion and takes pity on you. He lifts your hips a bit and positions his tip at your entrance. His hands grip your hips while his lips kiss across your collarbone. He wanted nothing more to lay you on the bed and drive himself into you. But this was for you, all about you. He needed to let you have control, take what you wanted from him. So he moves his lips to your ear, placing a gentle kiss there before whispering.

“Take me, Y/N”

It’s like all your senses alighted at once. His words make goosebumps spread across your flesh and arousal to pore from you. You kiss the tip of his nose and let your hips sink down, his cock filling you slowly.

Kylo let’s out a grunt as your heat finally envelopes him, his fingertips nearly digging into your flesh as he restrains himself. You can’t help the moans that leave your lips. You grip his shoulders from support as you feel him fill you completely.

This feels so different. He’s stretching you so deliciously, hitting you deeper than before. You dig your nails into his skin as you begin rocking your hips against his. You feel as though the air has been knocked out of you when he starts hitting new spots inside of you. Your clit rubs against him as your hips roll, throwing you farther down the path to orgasm.

All you can hear is your gasps and moans mixed with Kylo’s feral groans. It’s driving you fucking insane. You keep testing this new position, these new feelings, and lift your hips to sink back down on him. This has your head flying back and a scream clawing its way up your throat.

Kylo keeps a hold of one of your hips, while his other hand moves to your lower back to keep you steady on him. His mouth is everywhere. Your neck, shoulders, and chest have been covered in his sereing kisses. You scratch your nails across his shoulders and grab a hold of his hair as his lips wrap around one of your nipples.

“Kylo, please!”

He releases it and moves to lick a line between your breasts, mumbling praises to you.

“Don’t stop, my love. You feel so fucking good. You’re so good.”

His words have your head swimming. You both are drunk on passion, on lust. On each other. You keep bouncing on him, your thighs burning with the effort. But the knot suddenly snaps inside you, blind siding you.

Your orgasm courses through you without any warning. It hits you hard. You drop down onto him, letting him fill you completely as it rushes through you in intense waves. You can’t stop screaming his name like a prayer.

Your walls tightening around him was it for him. Kylo finally cracks, going crazy from the feeling of your pleasure. His own release was building in him quickly. Kylo grabs a hold of both your hips and begins thrusting up into. His movements are sloppy and rough as he chases his own orgasm. Kylo’s hips slam against yours, sending shock waves through you.

A few more messy thrusts and his release is ripping through him. He slams you down onto him and grinds his hips into yours. His cum shoots out of him in hot spurts as he moans and mumbles your name into your neck. The feeling has you breathless as you grip onto him.

You both are left panting and covered in sweat. Kylo holds you against him, both his arms wrapped around you to hug you to his chest. You lay your head against his shoulder, placing soft kisses between heavy breaths.

It takes a few moments for both of you to come back down from your highs. As you do, Kylo begins to lift you from him and pull out of you slowly. You continue to cling to him, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. You can feel his cum dripping from your center but can’t find it in you to care. You need him with you, you don’t want to let him go.

You nuzzle your head into his neck and let out a shaky sigh.

“Kylo, will you stay with me? Please?”

He doesn’t even have to think about it. His answer tumbles from his lips immediately.

“Yes. I’ll stay.”

1. The Ton

2. Your Majesty

3. A Stroll

4. The Rumors

5. I Decline

6. As You Wish

7. Baby Steps

8. So Be It

9. Paid Debts

10. Big Changes

11. Some Adjustments

12. Defense

13. United

14. Control

15. A Decision

16. The Necklace

17. Waging A War

18. Crowned

Wedding preparations happened quickly. Everything seemed to be planned and set in place in a blink of an eye. Kylo asked that things move along quickly so he could return to his kingdom. He had been away from his duties for too long at this point. Everything was set and ready within a month.

You were now riding to Chandrila with your father and Jillian. All of your things packed and attached to the carriage. You haven’t spoken a word since the dinner with Kylo. You were still incredibly angry. But more so upset with how everything has turned out. Your heart still ached for Poe and the future you two could have had. You had cried many nights alone in your room, clutching that ring. Since then, you had placed the ring on a chain and wore it around your neck. It comforted you to keep it close to your heart. You never took it off.

You glanced out the window of the carriage as it rode through Chandrila’s villages. You had to admit that his country was beautiful. The townspeople looked happy as they went about their day. It seems things were well maintained here. Nothing at all like what you experienced at home.

As you arrived, you took in the large castle you’d now be calling home. It was absolutely gorgeous. The stonework stands out against the woods surrounding it. Large windows allow natural light to stream it during the day. The grounds were perfectly cared for, grass green and flowers blooming. You were all led into the palace by two guards, your father going before you. Jill stood beside you, always being a comforting figure when you needed it the most.

You expected Kylo to greet you when you arrived, but I guess that was silly of you. Instead, you are met with the staff lined up in the expansive front room. Each stood at attention and ready to meet you. A woman steps forward and drops into a curtsy. You stare at her a bit confused by such a grand gesture.

She stands back up and smiles at you.

“Hello miss Y/N, it is an honor to meet you. I’m Luna, the housekeeper.”

You return the smile and take in her appearance. Her short black hair sits wild and free on her head. Dark, kind eyes meet yours. She’s short in stature, but looks wise in her age. Definitely about middle age. Her excited and energetic energy hits you like a wave.

“Hello Luna, it is so nice to meet you as well. Thank you for welcoming me here today.”

“Of course, my lady.”

Khristina steps back and gestures towards the rest of the staff. They all follow into bows and curtsies at your attention.

“These are the rest of the staff here in the castle. We are here to assist you in anything you need. Now if you’d like I can show you all to your rooms.”

“That would be lovely, thank you Luna.”

Your group follows her through the halls of the castle. You look around, mesmerized by the beauty surrounding you. Though the walls seem bare of art and decoration, the architecture itself is gorgeous. Everything is so well kept and maintained, a vast difference from what you are used to. Your home wasn’t dirty by any means. But it wasn’t as pristine as this.

Luna shows your father to his room and Jillian to hers then continues walking with you.

“Your accommodations are closer to the king, my lady.”

You nod, still looking around.

“Of course, that makes sense.”

Luna opens a large wooden door for you and steps aside to allow you in.

“Here is your room, my lady. Please let me know if everything is to your liking.”

As you walk in your eyes widen, jaw dropping a bit in awe. The room was absolutely gorgeous. A large bed sits off to the right of the room, four posts reaching up to the ceiling. Sheer drapes hang around the bed, creating a little secluded area. A vanity area is off to the left, a wide variety of products covering the table. A wardrobe sits off in the left far corner of the room, a full length mirror next to it. You walk over to it and peek inside. Dresses of all different colors and materials hang within. A washroom sits off to the back of the room through another doorway. The entire room is covered in rich fabrics and furniture. The rug under your feet was clearly exotic. You didn’t know what to say, how to react. You had never been in such a luxurious place, let alone stayed there.

Luna looks you over, trying to gage your reaction. She clears her throat.

“Is everything alright, my lady?”

You quickly turn to her, pulling yourself from your thoughts. You nod frantically and allow a smile to spread across your face.

“Oh yes! This is lovely!”

“The king will be so glad to hear that! He ordered everything in here himself. He was very particular about it.”

This stuns you yet again. Kylo went out of his way to get everything in here for you? Why would he take the time to do such a thing for you? Especially when this marriage was just arraigned for mutual benefits. It's not as if the man truly cared for you. He’s made that clear with his actions already.

“Well if this will do, I’ll leave you to get settled in and unpacked. You have a big exciting day tomorrow!”

The mention of the next day makes your stomach drop. You felt as if your wedding day came upon you with no notice. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, trying to keep yourself calm.

“Yes, a big day indeed.”

Luna leaves you alone with your panicky thoughts. You pace around your new room imagining all of the ways tomorrow could go. The only thing you know for certain is that you will walk down the aisle, say your vows, and give up your freedom forever.

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You stare at yourself in the full length mirror as Jillian finishes lacing your corset. You don’t recognize yourself. Your hair is done up in some fancy hairstyle, your makeup done. You don’t feel like yourself. This isn’t what you would have chosen had you been in complete control. But as it was explained to you this morning, these things were all required. A certain look would be expected from you from this point forward and so you went along with it.

You get to choose your dress. It was a very simple design. A more flowy piece with delicate white flowers stitched on the gown. The dress felt like you, made you feel beautiful. The heels you were wearing on the other hand made you feel ridiculous. They weren’t new to you, you often wore them to the events of the season. But that didn’t change how uncomfortable you felt in them.

Jillian ties the laces in a knot and taps your shoulders.

“There you go! All ready to go, we just have to grab your flowers.”

She looks at you in the mirror and takes in your solemn expression.

“Hey, look at me.”

You look up and meet her eyes.

“Take a deep breath and try to put a smile on your face. We take every shit storm thrown at us and make something good out of it. This will be no different, okay?”

You sigh and look down, trying to adjust your dress again.

“I don’t know, Jill.”

Jillian grabs you by your shoulders and spins you around to look at her.

“Y/N, this is not the end of your life. So you have to marry this guy, so what? You’re still your own person. You’re still you.”

She walks across the room and grabs your bouquet, pushing it into your hands. You glance down at the flowers and scrunch up your eyebrows. These were not the flowers you chose. You look up at Jillian and she shrugs.

“These are the ones they brought me. Luna said Kylo chose them.”

You let out another angry sigh and push a stray hair from your face. Go figure, you had control of so few things yet they were still taken from you. As you're stewing in your anger a knock comes from the door. Jillian hurries over and opens it, Luna standing in the doorway.

“Are we ready to go, my lady?”

It’s now or never. You nod and walk out the door, following her towards the throne room.

The entire ceremony was set up in the throne room of the castle. It was meant to be a very intimate affair. Very few were invited to the ceremony. The room was covered in red roses. Pieces of yarrow were spread around as well. Your bouquet matched perfectly, despite the white peonies added in.

Your father walked you down the aisle, both of you tense and awkward for completely different reasons. You did your best to avoid looking at Kylo as you made your way towards him. Luckily, your veil hid your frown. Your father stops in front of the altar and prepares to hand you off to Kylo. He turns to you and gives you a sadistic smile.

“I’m so proud of you, my beautiful daughter.”

You bit back every nasty thing you want to say, remembering the crowd watching your interaction. Instead, you stare at him blankly. You pray after this you never have to see that man again.

You and Kylo exchange basic vows, preferring to stick to the script the priest provided. You stole a glance at him as he placed your ring on your finger. He looked lost in thought himself, a stern look on his face. You shook as you slowly slid his metal band on his finger. His hand’s dwarfed yours in size. They felt strong and rough, a vast difference from how Poe’s felt.

Your heart stopped as it came time to the kiss. Kylo grabbed the edges of your veil, lifting it to reveal your face to himself and the crowd. For the first time since the dinner at your father’s, your eyes meet. His eyes are hard to read, he looks as tough as stone standing in front of you. You take a deep breath and give him a polite smile, trying to ease your nerves.

Kylo gives you faintest of nods, nearly impossible to see if you hadn’t been staring at him so intensely. He leans in slowly, his lips just faintly brushing his lips against yours. You let out a little gasp, jolts of electricity shooting through your body. Kylo stills for a moment before finally pressing his lips against yours. Butterflies erupt inside you once again at his touch. The feeling sends a light, dizzying sensation to course through you. After a moment, you kiss him back, figuring out how to fit your lips with his. Kylo grabs a hold of your waist and pulls away looking down at you with flushed cheeks. You back up at him dazed. It felt as though you two were alone, that this intimate moment was just between the two of you. But it's all cut short as the crowd erupts into applause.

It isn't long after that the crowd has moved to the large ballroom, the wedding reception in full swing. Kylo has kept a hold of your hand all evening. He walks you around the room introducing you to the numerous members of high society and court. You try to take note of all the names but it all starts to muddle together.

The two of you hadn’t spoken much at all. He did most of the speaking to others while you stood next to him and nodded along. Eventually, you spotted Julia and Lizzie standing together on the other side of the room. You tapped his arm and cleared your throat, gaining Kylo’s attention.

“Your majesty, may I go speak to my friends over there? I’d like to thank them for coming.” You gesture to the girls and look up at him.

Kylo looks confused at your question, as if it was irrelevant to him. He nods his head once at you.

“Yes, go on and enjoy yourself. I’ll come find you in a bit.”

You nod at him and give him a small smile. He returns it and turns back to the men he was talking to. You take off across the room, excited to talk to people you knew.

As you approach, Julia and Lizzie turn towards you. Julie rushes over to you and wraps you in a hug. Lizzie squeals and joins in, creating a big group hug in Kylo’s formal ballroom.

“We are so happy for you, hun! You look stunning!”

You smile and give them a little twirl.

“Thank you. I feel silly all dressed up.”

Julia giggles and shakes her head.

“Oh stop it! You look amazing! Plus you better get used to it. This is your new life now. Soon, you’ll be a queen!”

Anxiety hits you again suddenly. You hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. Fear nearly paralyzes you. The girls continue conversing in front of you as you sit in your state of shock.

“Oh she’ll make the most beautiful queen! The people of Chandrila are so lucky!”

“Aren’t they? Maybe I should join the ton out here instead. I would love to live in a country ruled by such a strong couple.”

Your anxiety nearly consumes you. Vomit begins to rise from your stomach, all the air leaving your lungs. You feel as though a serpent has slithered through your blood and wrapped itself around your esophagus.

“Please excuse me, I need to go check my hair.”

Before they can reply you take off to the nearest washroom. Once inside you slam the door behind you and take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You lean you back against the door and close your eyes. You feel as though you could pass out at any moment, your body beginning to go numb.

A loud bang against the door scares the shit out of you. You jump away from the door and let out gasp. You take a deep shaky breath before yelling out.

“One moment, please!”

“Y/N, it’s me. I saw you run in here. Let me in.”

Jillian never failed to come to your rescue. It was as if she had the ability to sense your discomfort. You open the door for her and step aside letting her in. She shuts the door behind her and turns to you. Jillian crosses her arms over her chest and looks at you ever.

“Alright, what’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You shake your head and blink back the tears threatening to spill forward.

“It’s nothing. I just got overwhelmed.”

“Don’t try to bullshit me. I’ve known you long enough to know when something is wrong. Now tell me.”

You let out a defeated sigh.

“Fine. This has just been a lot and I’ve been going through the motions. I hadn’t given much thought to what came after this, just doing what I needed to to get through this. Now I have to figure out how to be a queen and act proper when that’s just not who I am. All these people are relying on me and I barely know how to walk in these damn heels! And don’t even get me started on all the names. There are so many names to remember and I’ll never be able to keep track of it all!”

Your words begin to speed up the more flustered you get. Your rambling goes on as you continue to spiral out of control. Jillian holds her hands up in front of her, almost like one would do when approaching a startled horse.

“Woah, woah. Slow down. You need to take a breath and let your thoughts catch up to you. Y/N, you’re putting way too much pressure on yourself. No one expects you to have it all figured out in a day. Your coronation isn’t for another month. That’s plenty of time to figure things out and get a good grasp on everything. You’ll learn as you go.”

You take another deep breath and let her words sink in. She was right, of course. She was rarely ever wrong. No one could learn everything in a day, and you were no exception. You'd simply have to figure everything out as you went. Roll with the punches.

“How do you have an answer for everything?”

Jillian laughs and rolls her eyes at you.

“Because I’m a genius, duh. Now come on, I’m sure you have more names to shove into your brain.”

Before she can open the door you grab her arm and stop her.

“Wait! I have another favor to ask you.”

She turns back to you and nods, waiting for you to continue. Your face breaks out into a blush of embarrassment. You knew what came later tonight, but you didn’t exactly know everything. You had no one to teach you about sex. Your mother passed before it was appropriate to speak about and your father was worthless. So you did your best to read on the subject. But it still wasn’t very clear to you. You had walked blindly into this entire situation. You did not want to do the same tonight.

“Well, um, I know I’ll need to consummate the marriage. I have an idea of what happens but, um, I don’t really understand.”

The look on Jillian’s face horrifies you. You immediately want to run out of the washroom and hide for the rest of your life. Jillian is doing everything she can not to laugh at you.

“Are you asking me to explain sex to you?”

You hide your bright red face in your hands. You’re completely mortified. Jillian lets out a little giggle and pulls your hands from your face.

“I’ll do it. But prepare yourself, I’m not sparing any details.”

You nod and smile at her, thankful she’s even agreed to do such a thing.

“Oh, and I’m not going to be all prim and proper about it. Now, let’s teach you the basics of fucking.”

By the time you left that washroom, you felt as though you’d lived an entire new life. Jillian had enough experience to teach you the basics and then some. You were stunned, but well informed. Another part of you was really intrigued, but you buried that down to worry about another day.

Jillian grabs your hand and starts leading you towards the table filled with glasses.

“Come on, let’s get you a drink. That should help you relax a bit.”

You both grab your own glass and take a sip. Before any more vivid conversations about vaginas could take place, Kylo makes his way over to you. You noticed he’s got a group of large, intimidating men with him. Each looks like they could kill a grown man with one punch.

“I was looking for you. I’d like you to meet my knights. I’m sure you’ll be seeing them often so it’s best you get to know each other now.”

“Your knights?”

“Yes, the Knights of Ren. I don’t just knight any soldier in my army. I choose the bravest, strongest, most loyal men.”

You nod and look at each of the men. They completely tower over you, making you look like a small child in their presence. You can’t help but be a bit scared. You assume they wouldn’t hurt you, but you had no idea who you could trust.

You provide them each a polite smile and courtesy towards the group.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you all.”

Kylo turns to the group and gives them a harsh look. They all move quickly, dropping to one knee and lowering their head in respect. Your eyes widen at their actions. This was the respect given to a crowned king or queen, not a new bride. The man towards the front of the crowd is the one to speak for them all. He has shorter brown hair and scruff on his face to match.

“It is our honor, my lady. We swear to serve and protect you until our dying day.”

You look at Kylo confused, only to find him already looking at you. His face is still as neutral as ever. But he’s waiting to see your reaction. He demanded his knight’s respect for you, serve you, and protect you. If they would die for him, they needed to do the same for you. He wouldn’t accept anything less. You give him a small smile and turn your attention back to the men kneeling before you.

“Thank you. Now please stand, I’d like to know the names of the men who swear to protect me.”

The knights introduced themselves one by one. Despite their terrifying appearance, they are very kind men. Each treat you as a true gentleman would. You learn a bit more about the role within the kingdom as well. These men are of a much higher rank within Kylo’s army. Considerably the highest a man could rank. They serve directly under him. They follow all of us orders and have sworn to fight by his side and protect him at all costs. You find that you actually enjoy their company.

Kylo stands to your side, watching all converse. Jillian stayed close as well to make sure you didn’t spiral into another panic attack before the night was through. The men were bantering with each other about some battle they had won. You chuckle along at their remarks, finding their behavior comical.

Suddenly, Trudgen turns from the group and approaches Jillian. He takes her hand and lays a kiss on her knuckles and smiles at her.

“Hello there, honey. I haven’t seen anything quite like you around here. Would you like to accompany me outside for a moment? I’d like to get to know you a bit better.”

You hold your breath and wait for Jillian’s reaction. Her lip lifts in disgust as she pulls her hand away from him, wiping it off on her dress.

“Um, how about no. Go find a different woman to try that on.”

With that, she grabs a new glass from the table and walks away leaving the group of men stunned. Even Kylo looks shocked at her response. You cover your mouth, trying to hold back a laugh. Leave it to Jillian to reject one of the strongest men in the country.

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As the sun began to set behind the trees and night approached, you became increasingly aware of what was coming next. While Jillian’s conversation with you helped you to understand everything, it did nothing to calm your nerves.

Kylo had left you to chat with your friends and some of the knights while he continued to make his rounds around the room. You turn to Jillian and hand her your empty glass.

“I’m going to excuse myself now. If the king asks for me, I've made my way to the bedroom.”

Vicrul, the leader of the group nods towards you and offers you his arm.

“Allow me to escort you, my lady.”

You take his arm and follow him out of the ballroom. The walk towards the bedroom is silent. The only sounds being your heels clicking against the stone floors. Your thoughts are so overwhelmingly loud you’re surprised Vicrul can’t hear them. Jillian assured you there wasn’t much preparation that you needed to do. But rather what he would need to do. But you still felt the need to go get cleaned up and prepare for whatever was to happen.

You had no idea what to expect. You had no experience with sex. You didn’t even know the specifics behind it before Jillian explained it. You of course knew the body parts involved and what was to happen. That was all very black and white. Just definitions and descriptions. But you had no clue what Kylo was coming in with. Was he a virgin as well? Or did he have some experience. There was no pressure for you to know anything, your virginity was a precious thing. Tampering with it before marriage would have been scandalous. But the king had no such requirements.

After Vicrul had brought you to the room, he promised to stand guard until Kylo made his way up. You did nothing but pace about the room, filled with worry. Should you get undressed? No, that may be too presumptuous. Do I get on the bed and wait? No, that doesn’t feel right either.

You took a moment to clean yourself in the washroom. You took off your makeup and let your hair down. You’d rather be comfortable if you were about to be made extremely uncomfortable. You took to sitting on the bench at the end of the bed, completely dressed and awaiting Kylo.

He showed up about an hour later. Kylo swung open the door and looked confused to see you sitting there in front of him. You quickly jump to your feet as he walks in, folding your hands in front of you. He closes the door softly and looks at you with confusion.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? Would you like me to bring you to your room?”

You look back at him with scrunched eyebrows. Was everything you were taught wrong? Certainly you were meant to consummate the marriage. This was definitely supposed to be done on the night of said marriage.

“Um, no? I figured I was supposed to come here, your majesty. For the wedding night.”

Kylo’s face falls as understanding hits him. This part of the day had not been lost on him. He had been worried about this moment for most of the evening. Not because he didn’t want to share it with you, but because he knew you didn’t want to with him.

Kylo had no interest in women or engaging in anything sexual before. If he had urges, he took care of them himself. He didn’t need a woman to come in and do what he was well capable of doing himself. But that has led to a lack of experience. He knows what he’s doing, for the most part.

Kylo lets out a sigh and rubs his hand across his face.

“We don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with.There is no pressure to do anything.”

His words give you a small amount of comfort. At least you wouldn’t be forced to do anything you didn’t want to do. But a small part of you felt as though he only said that because he had no interest in sleeping with you. You weren’t sure where that came from or why it hurt your feelings like it did. You shove that thought deep down and focus on the problem at hand.

You swallow and take a deep breath. It would be much better to just do this now. If anyone found out you strayed from tradition, you would look bad. You were already stressing about becoming queen. Adding anything to the list of reasons you wouldn’t make a suitable royal was not something you were interested in.

“Consummating the marriage is tradition and I’d like to follow it.”

Kylo nods at you and finally meets your nervous gaze.

“Very well, whatever you want.”

You stand as still as stone as Kylo walks towards you. He takes off his jacket and places it on the bench you were previously sitting on. He comes behind you and grabs a hold of the laces holding your dress up.

“May I?”

You take another shaky breath and let your hands fall to your sides.

“Yes, your majesty.”

“Kylo, it’s just Kylo to you.”

You give a faint nod and hold your breath as Kylo begins unlacing your dress. It slowly begins to slide down your body, leaving you in your slip and heels.

Kylo holds out his hand and helps you step out of your dress. He picks it up and places it on the bench next to his jacket. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. Your body feels as if it is shaking with nerves. Your face is flushed with the embarrassment of being so bare in front of someone.

“Hey, look at me.”

You turn around to face him, your eyes still cast down. Kylo brings his index finger under your chin, lifting your face to look at him.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

His eyes bore into you. But instead of it being scary or uncomfortable, you feel a sense of peace. As if he holds all the calm feelings within his eyes. You keep your eyes locked with his as you nod.

“Yes.”

With your answer, Kylo pulls his hand away and begins unbuttoning his shirt. You immediately avert your eyes, looking down at your heels. He continues to quietly undress before you, while you stand there looking like a fool.

When he’s gotten down to his briefs, he grabs a hold of your hand. Kylo leads you to the bed and waits for you to sit down. You perch yourself on the edge and look down at your hands, doing everything you can to not look at him. Kylo kneels down and gently removes both of your heels, setting them off to the side of the bed.

He stands back up and moves in close to you. With both hands, he cups your face and leads it up to his. You get one last look in his eyes before he presses his lips to yours. Immediately, the electricity courses through you. Your lips melt against his much easier this time. Kylo moves his hands from your face to grab your own. He brings them up to him, laying them flat against his chest.

He pulls away from the kiss enough to mumble against your lips.

“You can touch me, it’s okay.”

You take his permission and run with it. Your shaky hands begin to glide over the skin of his chest, feeling every scar left on his skin. He is covered in hard muscle, a solid and unyielding force. His hands move back to you, sliding down your body until they reach the hem of your slip.

Kylo begins to pull your slip off, constantly checking in with you that it’s alright. Once it’s off and you sit in front of him bare, he pushes you back to lay on the bed. You stare up at the ceiling, your nerves beginning to grow again without his lips to distract you. You hear Kylo shuffle at your feet before you feel the bed shift. Kylo comes between your legs, holding himself above you. He’s completely bare himself, his hard shaft standing erect from his body and pressing against your stomach.

Kylo holds himself up on one of his forearms, while the other moves the brush your hair away from your face. You look up at him and are surprised at what you see. The neutral expression that usually lives on his face is nowhere to be seen. But instead he looks bashful, maybe even nervous himself. He lets out a small breath through his nose and meets your eyes again.

“I must admit to you that I have no experience with this. But I want to know enough to make sure this doesn’t cause you too much pain. I don’t want to hurt you. So, can I touch you?”

His admission makes your heart swell a bit. At least you weren’t alone in your inexperience. You both knew nothing. You would do this together. That alone brought you some peace and calmed you down again.

“Yes, Kylo. Please touch me.”

Once your permission is spoken Kylo wastes no time exploring your body. His hands run up your stomach, fingertips grazing against your skin. They stop at your breast and he hesitates for a moment before grabbing one in each hand. He gives them each a light squeeze and waits to see your reaction.

Your heart is beating so incredibly fast at this point, you know he can feel it from where his hands are placed. His fingers move to tweak your nipples, pulling a gasp from you. He seems to take note of your reaction, leaving one hand on your breast while the other moves down towards your center.

He continues to pinch and play with your nipple as his fingers begin to graze your mound. Your core has begun to slicken with his ministrations, making it easy for his fingers to slide through your folds. You let out a gasp as his fingertip slides over your clit. The feeling sends a shock of pleasure through you.

Noticing your reaction, Kylo begins to rub your little bundle of nerves with slow circles. A whimper claws its way from your throat before you bite down on your bottom lip. He brings his hand from your breast down to your core and begins to circle one of his fingers around your hole. He looks up at you and smirks, now more confident in his movements.

“Don’t bite your lip. I want to hear how it feels.”

His words send heat straight down to your center, only adding to the wetness between your legs. You release your lip and let out a faint moan as his finger speeds up on your clit. The pleasure begins to build within you, coiling around itself in a knot.

Slowly, Kylo pushes one of his long thick fingers into you. You let out a gasp at the intrusion, the pressure feeling new but not bad. You squirm against his hands, trying to gain more friction from him. He takes the hint and begins moving his finger inside you, swirling his finger against your clit faster. You let out a loud moan and clutch the bedding. You feel as though that knot inside you was about to snap.

You gasp and try to speak, to warn Kylo. You don’t get out more than a strangled whimper before you feel that knot snap. Electricity courses through every vein in your body, making you feel freezing cold and then burning hot. Your body shakes as you cum, legs quivering. Kylo removes his hands from you and moves back up to you. He watches in awe as you come down from your high.

Kylo begins kissing around your mouth again, nudging your nose with his. Your left panting underneath him, completely confused as to what just happened to your body. But more than willing to go through it again. Kylo brings you from your daze as he positions himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready? Are you still okay with this?”

You give him a small smile and nod. He shakes his head at you and kisses your cheek.

“I need you to say it. Words, please.”

“Yes, Kylo.”

At that, he begins to push into you. You grimace as you feel your walls start to stretch around his length. He continues to slowly inch into you, waiting for you to relax a bit before continuing. When he’s finally sat all the way in you he stays still, waiting until you’re okay for him to move. You take a deep breath and nod at him.

“Move.”

At your command he begins to thrust in and out of you at a slow pace. You bite down on your lip and dig your nails into his shoulders. The stretching burn stings throughout your core, completely overshadowing the bliss you felt only moments prior. Kylo moves his head down and presses his lips to yours in order to distract you.

You kiss him back, moving your lips with his. You’re surprised as you feel his tongue touch your lips, asking for entrance to explore your mouth. You gladly grant it to him, yearning to feel more of that electricity you feel everytime you touch.

Passion begins to pour out of you as your bodies move together. The pain you felt between your legs is long gone now, pleasure once again taking its place. Your body vibrates with pleasure as Kylo lets out his own grunts and groans from above you. His movements start to become more messy as he reaches his peak. He lets out a deep groan from his chest as he releases into you. You feel the warmth of his seed spread within you.

You’re both left panting, trying to collect your breath. Kylo leaves one last kiss to your lips before pulling himself out of you. He stands up and makes his way towards the washroom, leaving you laying on the bed.

You look towards the door confused. Has he really just left you here to collect yourself after all of that? You take a deep breath and fight back any emotions trying to push their way through. You’re beginning to sit up as Kylo makes his way back into the room with a warm rag in his hand.

“Here, let me help you.”

He grabs your hand and helps you sit up and then moves his attention between your legs. He uses the rag to clean you up, wiping away the mix of both your juices. When he’s done he tosses the rag to the side and moves to climb back into bed.

As the orgasmic haze begins to lift from your senses your mind comes back to you. You remember where you are and who you’re with. You suddenly feel out of place, ready to get back to your own room where you can feel safe.

As you begin to stand, Kylo reaches out to you and grabs your hand.

“Where are you going?”

“Oh, I figured I’d go back to my own room now that we’ve finished.”

Kylo looks almost saddened by your words. He gives your hand a small squeeze and looks into your eyes with a near pleading look.

You stood in fear behind Kylo as the knights burst through the door. The anger radiating from them was nearly suffocating. The joking and kind mannerisms they displayed with you were long gone. Now replaced with hard gazes and clenched fists.

Vicrul immediately grabs a hold of your fathers arms, pinning him to his chest. Before he can mutter a word of protest, Trudgen is swinging his giant fist at him. You hear the crunch of bones cracking as his knuckles collide with your father’s face.

All you can do is watch in horror. You gasp and turn away, no longer able to stomach what is taking place.

After a bit of a struggle, the knights get a hold of him and remove him from the dining room.

Kylo turns to you, the angry look on his face quickly changing to one of concern as he takes in your appearance. He lifts your arm to examine, seeing the red marks your father had left.

“Are you alright? Has he hurt you?”

You can’t seem to form words. Everything happened so quickly. The world has flipped upside down in a blink of an eye. You simply shake your head no, easily answering both questions. You weren’t hurt. But you weren’t okay. You are an anxious mess. Tears continue to stream down your face as your hands tremble. You weren’t sure how to react in this situation. Should you be relieved? Should you be angry?

Luna rushes into the room and to your side.

“Oh sweetheart! Let’s get you to your room.”

She takes your hands and slowly guides you away from Kylo. It takes all your strength to finally let go of Kylo’s suit jacket. You hadn’t realized you had such a tight grip on him until Luna attempted to lead you towards the door. Kylo watches every move you make as you begin to leave the dining room.

“I want someone with her at all times until I know it's safe.”

You turn back and look at Kylo, your lip trembling. Luna rubs soothing circles on your back as she looks at Kylo as well.

“Are you sure that’s necessary, your majesty?”

“I don’t care if it is or not. Someone will be at her side until I say differently.”

Luna nods silently and turns back around. But you pull away from her grasp and rush towards Kylo. You take a shaky breath, sniffling as you look up at him.

“Is my maid Jillian still here? I want her to stay with me. Please, Kylo.”

Kylo looks over your distraught state and feels his heart ache. He wanted to protect you from all of this. But it feels as though he’s caused you more pain with each decision. He moves his hands up to your face, using his thumbs to gently wipe the tears running down your cheeks. He sighs and slowly nods his head.

“Yes, she may stay with you.”

He then turns his attention to Luna, who is watching the interaction with curious eyes.

“When you get Y/N to her room, call for Jillian. After that you’re relieved for the night. Thank you, Luna.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

Kylo walks you back to Luna and watches as she leads you out of the dining room and towards the stairs leading to your bedroom. Rather than heading to his own, Kylo turns and walks the opposite direction, heading in the direction in which the knights have taken your father.

Luna gets you into your room without incident. You’re sitting on the dressing bench at the end of your bed with a knitted blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Your crying had quieted down a bit, now only small whimpers and shaky inhales.

Luna bends down in front of you and looks over your face. She gives you that comforting smile and runs her hand over your hair.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that tonight. You didn’t deserve that treatment.”

You could only nod in response, your eyes casting down to watch as your fingers fiddle with the blanket.

“You’re safe now.”

At that, she gets up and goes to the door to send for Jillian. You try to let her words sink in and soothe you. But somehow they won't absorb. You didn’t feel safe at that moment. You felt out of place. Your feelings were all over the place. Confused with themselves over what has happened.

You seemed to be lost in thought for a few moments. You were shaken from your thoughts by the sound of Jillian running down the hallways.

“Where is she? Is she in here? Move!”

Jillian burst through your door, shoving the servants standing guard to the side. She looks about frantically for a moment before her eyes land on you. She rushes over and sits by your side wrapping you in a hug. Jillian squeezes you close to her, her grip around you like a vice.

“Are you okay? Who do I have to fight? Just say the name, Y/N I swear.”

Her presence immediately brings you a sense of peace. You relax into her hug, your arms moving around her.

“You’re not fighting anyone, Jill. I’m alright. Just a bit worked up.”

Jillian slowly pulls away a bit to look at you. Her eyebrows scrunch up as she gives you a look. She can read you like a book.

“Now I know that’s bullshit. You look like you’ve seen a fucking ghost, Y/N. So spill it right now.”

You let out a shaky sigh and tell her everything, from your father’s interruption, to his cruel words, the way he put his hands on you, and Kylo’s reaction to it all. When you’re done she sits there for a moment thinking it all over. She looks into your eyes and you can see the fire inside them. Jillian would go to the ends of this world for you, and you her. So hearing your pain and fear, the hurtful things done to you, makes her envious of Trudgen. How she wishes she had gotten to throw that fucking punch.

“I’m glad Kylo did that.”

You look at her, confusion written all over your face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m glad Kylo defended you and called the knights in. Your father has no right to treat you like that. Whatever they do to him is well beyond fucking deserved.”

Her words only leave you feeling more torn. You know you should protect your father morally. He’s technically your family, your blood. Allowing violence against him doesn’t seem right. But another part of you is thrilled about what Kylo has done. You’d never had someone stand up and defend you like that before. No one had ever been in a position to. Jillian had always wanted to, but knew if she did she could lose her job and be sent away. Poe only heard of the small bits you had told him. No one else had truly seen the way you were treated. It warmed your heart to see Kylo come to your defence so quickly.

You were so morally confused and flustered. Who were you supposed to side with? What were you meant to do in a situation like this?

Jillian pulls you from your thoughts yet again as she clears her throat and pushes a hair behind her ear.

“So, tell me more about how Trudgen punched your dad.”

A small smirk makes its way to your lips. You chuckle and shake your head.

“I thought you didn’t like him?”

“Oh I don’t, he’s seems like a fucking pighead. But I wanted to know, you know, for research purposes.”

You roll your eyes at her and laugh.

“Right, yeah. All that research you do on men.”

Jillian smiles at you and giggles.

“Maybe I’ll thank him for protecting you.”

You can’t help but laugh again. She’s done it again. Jillian never fails to make you feel better. Distracting you from whatever has been eating away at you seems to be her specialty.

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The sound of boots pounding on stone is nearly deafening. That’s all that can be heard in the dank dungeon. Beside, your father’s pathetic protests and threats.

The air smelled like mildew and must. It’s damp and dark, a chill cast about the entire place.

The knights bring your father into a wet cell towards the back of the dungeon. They throw him down into a wooden chair in the middle of the cell. Your father groans as his back collides with the hard chair.

He doesn’t get a moment to adjust before Vicrul and Trudgen are tying him down. Rough rope is wrapped around his chest, hands, and legs making him completely immobile. Completely at their mercy.

Kuruk and Cardo stand guard at the front of the cell, Ap’lek stands at the back watching over everything, while Vicrul and Trudgen take charge. Your father looks around at all of the men with a disgusted look on his face.

“You all are going to regret this. You’re just a bunch of delinquents!”

Vicrul and Trudgen look at each other and let out deep, hysterical laughs. Vicrul slaps his hand on his knee, shaking his head.

“Bud, you got one thing right there. We are a bunch of delinquents. But we certainly are not going to regret this.”

Trudgen nods his head in agreement, cracking his knuckles. Vicrul takes a menacing step towards your father.

“You see, you’ve hurt someone very important to our king. We don’t take too kindly to that.”

Your father chuckles and shakes his head.

“My daughter is nothing more to our king than a piece of meat. “

Vicrul sees red as he pulls back and lands a punch straight to your father’s nose. Blood begins to pour from his nostrils, his nose now crooked in a weird direction.

Vicrul stands back up and rolls out his shoulders flexing out his hand.

They all turn their attention towards the stairs as they hear the sound of Kylo’s boots pounding down the stairs. He marches his way into the cell and stops in front of your father. Without any words, Kylo clenches his fist and lets it fly, his knuckles connecting with your father’s jaw. A cracking sound fills the air around them as your father’s head flies back with the force of Kylo’s punch.

Your father pulls his head back up to look at Kylo. He gathers the blood and saliva in his mouth and spits it directly at Kylo’s boots. Kylo looks down at his boot with flared nostrils and back up to your father, who is now glaring up at him.

“Do you feel better now, your majesty?”

Kylo’s fist clench at his side, restraining himself from losing his temper. Your father looks up at him and musters what energy he has left.

“It would be in your best interest to release me right now. If not, I'll take Y/N back to Corellia.”

Kylo smirks at him, relaxing his stance with his hands resting on his hips. He quirks his head to the side as he looks at him inquisitively.

“Oh yeah, is that so?”

Your father gives Kylo a stern look and nods his head once in a strong motion.

“I’ll take her back with me tonight.”

Kylo looks around to the knights standing about the cell. Each of them sporting their own smirk. Vicrul in particular is holding back his chuckles. Kylo shakes his head and sighs.

“Now Duke, I don’t think you will. Because you won’t be going anywhere.”

The anger spread across your father’s face faster than lightning. His fist clenched against the rope holding him down.

“Let me go right now! This whole deal is off!”

Kylo looks down his nose at your father, his jaw clenched. The amusement from moments ago has left his face, now replaced by the hard glare from earlier.

“Let me make something very fucking clear, Duke.”

Kylo leans down closer to your father, getting right in his face as he continues.

“Y/N is now my wife, the future queen of Chandrila. She will not be going anywhere.”

Your father begins to protest but is quickly stopped by Kylo grabbing him around the throat. He applies enough pressure to slow his air flow, not enough to knock him unconscious. Just yet.

“You won’t be leaving either. You’re going to die here, in this dirty fucking cell like you deserve.”

Kylo slowly begins to apply more pressure to his throat. Your father’s face begins to turn red, his eyes beginning to widen.

“After that, I will have control of your dukedom. A piece of Corellia will be returned to its rightful owner and it will be better for it.”

Your father gasps and chokes, trying to mutter out any type of response. Kylo holds him there for a few more moments, staring into his eyes as he slowly begins to fade from consciousness. But before he can, he pulls away, releasing his grip and standing back to his full height.

“But sadly, that day isn’t today. Your daughter deserves to give the final blow.”

It had been a little over a week since the incident with your father in the dining room. Your thoughts and feelings regarding everything were still fuzzy in your brain. You hadn’t come to a solid conclusion on how you felt about everything. You were still struggling to understand where you should stand morally. Kylo’s defense of you was sitting heavy in your heart. But you weren’t sure if that should overshadow his prior actions.

You had been doing a lot of thinking during this time. Your world had nearly been flipped upside down within seventy-two hours. On top of that, you felt as though you never had a second alone. A knight was by your side at all hours. If you left your bedroom, they accompanied you wherever you went. If you stayed in, they guarded your door. You weren’t sure what the need was. Your father was imprisoned, the threat was taken care of. You had no idea why Kylo continued to have them guard you. But you weren’t in a place to dispute his choice.

Speaking of Kylo. Neither of you had spoken a word to the other since the incident either. You weren’t sure what to say, or if you should say anything at all. You felt as though you needed to sort your feelings out about the whole thing before you spoke to him about it. Kylo was just too nervous to upset you. He was certain his actions that night had angered you in some way, that you were upset with him. So dinner each night was painfully silent.

You were surprised when Jill came rushing into your room around the middle of the week. Kylo had allowed Jill to stay at the castle. You had never gotten the chance to ask him about that before everything happened. But he had seen the way you begged for her, the way she was your comfort. He made his decision then. You were already moved to a new kingdom, surrounded by people you didn’t know, and being thrown into a whole new life. The least he could do is have your best friend join the staff. So he had her things brought to the castle and moved her into the servants quarters. She was absolutely thrilled, and so were you. Having her by your side has been extremely comforting.

This morning you were awoken by Luna entering your room. She had her usual chipper attitude and warm smile as she opened your curtains and patted the end of your bed.

“Good morning, your grace! Up and at 'em!”

You sit up slowly and rub your eyes. You will never understand how anyone could be in such a good mood in the morning. Your voice is still groggy when you reply to her.

“Good morning, Luna. What’s the occasion?”

Luna is practically floating around the room and she begins pulling your wardrobe open and pulling out different dresses. She turns to you and smiles.

“You’ve been summoned to court today by His Majesty. It’ll be your first appearance so we need to make sure you look your best!”

Panic instantly slides through your veins. You’re going to court? Why the hell would Kylo summon you to court now? You have no real place there. Your coronation hadn’t even been planned yet. What in the hell were you going to do in court? Stand in the back and look pretty? Though that’s likely what you’d be doing as queen anyway. Just an accessory to the King.

You sit and listen to Luna chat away while she assists you in getting dressed. You’d picked a more structured gown for the day. You prayed that if you looked and acted well enough, you just might blend in. You always felt like you were playing dress up when you wore things like this. But you supposed that’s truly what it was for you. A simple girl playing dress up and pretending she’s something she’s not.

Once you were ready and Luna was satisfied with how you looked, you made your way to the throne room with Vicrul by your side. He seemed to be your guard the most often and you didn’t completely hate his company. He had a more laid back, playful attitude that made him easy to get along with. You weren’t sure how someone like that could make his way in Kylo’s group of knights, but you chose not to question it too much.

Vicrul leads you into the enormous room. It’s already filled with people. The noblemen and numerous members of high society filled the seats placed in neat rows in front of the throne. You finally look up as Vicrul begins to lead you down the aisle. Your confusion immediately floods back as you get closer and closer to where you know Kylo is sat. Maybe you were just stepping up to greet Kylo? Or maybe a seat was reserved for you near the front. That is until you look up and see that Kylo’s throne is not standing alone. There is a matching one placed directly next to it, sitting empty. Your heart nearly stops as you take it in. Surely Vicrul was not leading you there.

You stay completely silent, unsure of what to say. You look around the room and begin to notice others watching you. You tense up a bit and clear your throat, attempting to appear more composed.

Vicrul feels you bristle and leans his head towards you, speaking loud enough for only you to hear.

“I am escorting you to His Majesty, your grace. The throne next to his is yours. It’s where you will be sitting each time you attend court or other royal matters.”

You can’t stop the shocked expression that makes its way across your face. You turn to him a bit, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“Now that can't be correct. I’m not the queen. I don’t belong up there. Surely I’m meant to sit further back with the other wives and women?”

Vicrul just shakes his head and turns his attention back to the throne. Kylo has stood from his spot and begins making his way towards you. He stops in front of Vicrul and holds his arm out for you to take. Vicrul lets go of your arm and gives Kylo a quick nod before walking back down the aisle towards the doors to stand guard.

You loop your arm through Kylo’s and follow his lead towards the thrones. You both stand before them, but before you make any moves to sit you turn to Kylo. Confusion was still written all over your face, Vicrul’s words doing nothing to answer your questions.

“Kylo, why am I up here and not with the other wives? Surely I’m meant to sit back there during court.”

Kylo turns to you and looks down towards his feet and then back to the thrones. He was a bit nervous about how’d you take this, how you'd feel about it. He had the throne made and placed there the day after your wedding. He remembers how his parents ruled. One is always more powerful than the other. Neither of them worked together for the kingdom. His father just held the title of King. He never did much in a way of acting like one. His mother took all the responsibilities of her title. She sat alone on her throne. But that tradition ended with him, just as many others will.

Kylo slides his arm from yours, moving instead to hold your hand in his. He clears his throat and keeps his gaze on the two thrones as he speaks.

“Y/N, you are not just my wife. Or an accessory to the throne. You are my equal. You’ll rule alongside me.”

He leads you to your throne and guides you to sit down before taking his spot next to you.

“You will have power and protection just as I do. Your words and actions will have meaning.”

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Kylo’s words had shocked you. You continued to replay them in your mind as you watched the proceedings of court. Never had you been given such a role before. You were raised with the idea that you wouldn’t be much more than a decorative piece to any man. A woman was meant to be seen and not heard. But here Kylo was doing the complete opposite.

You gaze around the room as another nobleman gives a run down on the state of his territories. You spot Jill sitting towards the back with some of the other knights who weren’t currently on guard duty. A small smile graces your lips as you watch Trudgen attempt to get her attention, only to be brushed off yet again. It seemed as though Jillian was dead set on playing hard to get with the man. Though it was really a waste of time when it was so painfully obvious she was interested in him as well. She’d been denying it since their first interaction, but you were a bit naive not stupid. Jillian always found a way to bring him up in conversation. Whether it was grumbling over his latest advance towards her or asking vague questions after he’d been your guard for the day. She’d crack eventually. You just hoped Trudgen kept up his efforts.

You turn your attention back to court as the doors to the throne room are pulled open and a man is dragged up the aisle.

He’s about middle aged and stands in front of you and Kylo with chains wrapped around his hands and feet. You silently take in his appearance as one of the guards begins to read off his charges.

“This man is brought here today for sentencing. He has been accused of stealing as well as vandalism.”

You tilt your head a bit as you listen to the charges brought against him. This man doesn’t look as though he could kill an insect, let alone steal and vandalize something. His eyes are kind, his clothing looking worn and weathered, and he stands in front of you looking defeated. You feel sympathy for him.

You look at Kylo, who is staring at the man with a passive look. He waves his hand at the man and asks him to defend his actions. At Kylo’s voice the man straightens up and takes a deep breath.

“Your Majesty, the charges brought against me today are true. But I had a good reason for what I did. I need to feed my children and can’t afford to purchase food. So I stole fruit and bread from a market stand.”

You’re surprised when you hear Kylo let out an exhausted sigh. You turn and look at him as he rubs one of his hands over his face. He rests his elbow against the arm of his throne with his head in his hand. He looks back to the man almost bored.

“I’ve heard all of that before.”

The guards begin to move towards the man again, ready to remove him from the room at Kylo’s word. But before anyone else can make a move you speak up.

“Sir, what are your children’s names?”

Everyone turns to look at you in surprise. Even the man looks shocked that you addressed him. Kylo gives you a confused look, trying to figure out what your motive is. You simply give him a small smile and return your attention to the man in chains. Kylo said you were his equal, so you would test that right now.

“I have two children, Your Grace. My little girl, Junie, is three and my boy Gary is five. We’ve been travelling on foot so I can find work. We had to leave our home after my wife passed away. I just couldn’t afford it anymore without her. She was killed by some drunken crooks while walking home from her job. I just want to give them a better life, get them away from that area. I didn’t want to steal, Your Grace. I just needed to feed them so we could keep moving.”

You keep eye contact with him throughout his story. You can see the pain within them, the guilt evident on his face. You absorb his words and decide whether you believe him or not. He appears to be telling the truth. You’d seen your fair share of liars at this point. You’d been around them enough to pick up on the signs. Your father could never hold eye contact. Lord Hux had an anxious twitch, always adjusting his jacket. But this man never moved. He stood tall before you and told his story without moving his eyes from yours once. He was being honest with you.

“What is your name, sir?”

“My name is Franklin, Your Grace.”

You nod and give him a small smile.

“Franklin, do you have any skills? Perhaps a trade you may be good at?”

Kylo turns to look at you once again, a curious look on his face. He can’t seem to figure out where this is going. But he can’t deny how amazed he is by you right now. You speak so effortlessly. Your voice is gentle and kind, not an ounce of judgement to be found. He’s in awe of you.

“Well, I’m good with the land, Your Grace. I grew up on a farm so I can plant and manage crops. Possibly even tend a garden.”

You look at the guards and motion them towards the man.

“Remove his chains please. There is no need for them.”

As they begin to unchain his hands and feet, you move your attention back to Franklin.

“Franklin, I am clearing all of your charges. Under the condition that you take a position here at the castle managing and tending to the gardens. I have been hoping to expand the gardens and would be grateful for your skills.”

Kylo looks at you silently. You have no idea what he’s thinking or if he’s upset with you. He claimed you had power so you decided to use it. Get a feel for what this position may be like. You’re worried he may be angry with you until he gives you a small nod, agreeing with your decision. He looks back to Franklin.

“We will be honored to have your skills put to use here.”

You smile as Franklin drops to his knees and begins thanking the both of you repeatedly. Kylo simply nods at him and motions to the guards once again. He begins instructing them to prepare a spot for him and his children within the servants quarters. As he’s talking you feel his hand slowly slip into yours. It’s a surprising display of affection from him, something neuter of you had done before. You were even more surprised he was attempting it in front of the court. But you don’t reject him. Instead, you thread your fingers with his and rest your hands against the arm of your seat.

The two of you stay like that for the rest of court. Hands held together tightly. A united front.

You’re finally able to relax. All your fears and anxieties over becoming queen melt away in that moment. Instead a feeling of pride overcomes you. You never thought you’d be able to handle such an important responsibility. The weight of your dukedom nearly crushed you. But this showed you different. You feel as though you may be able to handle this after all. Maybe you do have a place in all of this, and it’s right here.

You look to Kylo, who is concentrating on the words of a Baron standing before you. You can’t stop the closed lip smile that spreads across your face as you gaze at him. For the first time since walking down the aisle you feel as though you truly look at him. He is handsome, strong, and a determined man. But he is also kind, gentle, and caring. He is simultaneously nothing at all and everything you expected him to be.

It is then that you have a realization. You aren’t angry at Kylo for the situation with your father. You aren’t mad that he imprisoned him, that he probably hurt him. You were furious that it happened at all. That you were put in that position. That you even felt as though you had to choose.

If today showed you anything, it is that Kylo listens. He listened to every word you said at the park many weeks ago. He remembered how stressed you were about your father. When the moment came he protected you from him, took on the stress himself. With that you let go of the confusion and moral dilemma you’d been struggling with. Kylo protected you, he helped you. You would stand beside him in his decisions towards your father, just as he did with yours today.

But that leads you to a whole new group of questions. Had you been wrong about his intentions from the beginning? His actions don’t match with your father’s words or explanations or your arrangement. Did your father lie about it all? You’re pulled from your thoughts by a gentle squeeze to your hand. You look back to Kylo to see him gazing at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His thumb begins to rub a small pattern on your knuckles as his eyes move back to the Baron, nodding along to whatever he’s saying.

You returned to your room. The look on Kylo’s face and his gentle words nearly convinced you otherwise. But you just couldn't put your nerves to the side. Though you had met this man on a few occasions, you still felt as though he was a stranger to you. You weren’t comfortable spending the night with him right now, though you weren’t certain you ever would.

It seemed almost hypocritical in your mind. You willingly slept with him, well had sex with him. You ran around your thoughts trying to figure out how you could justify doing such an intimate act but you couldn’t fathom sleeping in the same bed as him. But really it’s what was expected of you. It has always been tradition for the newly wed couple to consummate their marriage on their wedding night, no matter the circumstances. So, naturally you did just that. You had to follow tradition. Follow the rules. It’s not as if it was something you actually wanted to do. No, now that would be foolish. You barely knew this man. You only learned about him from rumor and hear-say. Your attraction was simply surface level. He was nice to look at.

Your subconscious screams at you for lying to yourself. You couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach whenever he looked at you. The electric feeling that shot through your veins whenever you touched. Something was there whether you liked it or not. Denying it would be silly. But you were determined to do it anyway. He wasn’t who you wanted. He had disrespected you.

You had time to reflect on the night’s events while you enjoyed your breakfast in bed. You were shocked at how gentle Kylo had been with you. So caring and kind, it almost seemed as if he was worried about you. You took notice of how often he asked for your reassurance. Like he needed to know you were okay with each movement he made. When he told you that it had been his first time as well, you were shocked. You assumed from his reputation he’d have plenty of experience. But your chest burned with pride knowing only you had him. That moment was yours to keep. You were certain you both made each other feel things that you’d never experienced before.

That included the after effects as well. You currently feel sore throughout your body. Your thighs throbbed and your abdomen ached with pain. When you had gotten up to release yourself earlier, you noticed a bit of spotting as well. You probably looked rough.

You had finished your fruits and were sipping on a coffee as Luna made her way into your room. She gives a bright smile and curtsies before continuing towards you.

“Good morning, my lady! How did you sleep?”

You swallow the coffee in your mouth and give her a small smile.

“Good morning, Luna. I slept alright.”

Luna nods and gives you a small once over, taking in your appearance. You pretend not to notice, to embarrassed over the entire situation. You’d prefer to have Jillian here. The next time you see Kylo, you’ll be sure to ask him about having Jillian stay here with you.

“My lady, how are you feeling? I don’t want to pry, of course but I can only assume you followed traditional wedding standards last night.”

You look down as your face turns bright red. Did you have fucked written on your forehead or something? Or did you really look that bad? You shrug your shoulders as a response, keeping your face down and hidden.

Luna can read your energy easily. She comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed by your feet.

“It is normal to be sore after. I’ve heard a nice hot relaxing bath can help. So what do you say, would you like me to draw you one?”

You slowly raise your head to meet her eyes. You find her already looking at you with the welcoming, warm smile on her face. You can’t help but feel better looking at her. You don’t know how she could sense your discomfort, but you thank the heavens she did. You return her smile and nod.

“Very well then, I’ll get right on it.”

She gives your leg a soft pat and gets up, going to your washroom to prepare your bath. As she does you slowly get yourself out of bed. You wince at the ache between your legs as you begin walking. Luna spots you and hurries to your side, grabbing your arm for support.

“Oh come here hun, let me help you.”

She helps lead you to the tub, slowly removing your close. You sink into the tub and sigh. The warm water caresses all of your muscles and soothes the aches you feel. You lay there for a bit with your eyes closed, just letting the water relax you. Luna sits nearby on a stool in case you need anything from her.

At home you took your baths alone. You didn’t have servants or maids that did all of this for you. It was just normal for you to take care of such simple things. But right now you welcome her presence. Luna brings you a sense of comfort you needed after the last forty-eight hours.

You peek open your eyes to look at her. She’s turned away from you, folding a towel at her side seemingly waiting for you. You turn your attention to the tub, looking for the soaps you need to clean yourself up with. You don’t find anything near you. Everything is placed on a shelf a few feet from the tub, just out of reach. You weigh your options before you. Either ask Luna for help despite the embarrassment it will cause you, or get out of the tub and potentially slip and fall. You decide not to add a bruised ass to your list of ailments.

“Luna, could you please hand me the soaps?”

Luna immediately jumps up from her seat and grabs a few different bottles along with a bar of soap and loofa. She places them on the small table by the tub and kneels down beside it, rolling up her sleeves.

“What would you like done first, my lady? Your hair or your body?”

“Oh, I can take care of that myself. Please don’t worry about it Luna.”

Luna gives you that same warm smile and hands you the loofa.

“Whatever you wish, my lady. Would you like me to leave you to it?”

You take the loofa from her and shake your head.

“Could you just stay here with me?”

Luna stands back up and sits on the stool again. She turns away from you and lays her hands in her lap.

“Of course. I’ll stay right here.”

You smile and begin cleaning yourself with the different soaps she brought over to you. The different smells brightened your mood. You feel so much better as you scrub away the remnants of the night before. When you’re done, Luna helps you out of the tub and wraps you in a soft towel.

“How are you feeling now, hun?”

You give her a bright smile and hug the towel closer to her as you both begin walking back into your bedroom.

“Much better now. Thank you, Luna.”

You sit down on your bed and watch as Luna walks over to the wardrobe, swinging open the doors to show off the beautiful dresses within. She turns back towards you and waves her hands towards them.

“Now you shouldn’t be sitting in here all day. How about you and I take a tour around the castle? You should be familiar with your own home.”

“You know what, that sounds lovely.”

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Rather than waking up with you next to him, Kylo is met with the same cold bed. He went through the same routine of dressing and preparing for the day. Luna brought in breakfast as he was lacing up his boots. He couldn’t help but notice she rolled on two settings.

“Good morning, your majesty! Where would you like me to lay out breakfast? Will the two of you be taking it at the table or on the balcony?”

He couldn’t fault her for not knowing you weren’t here. He’s sure everyone assumed you’d stayed after last night. He’d hoped you would. All of you were wrong. He simply shakes his head and gestures towards the table.

“I’ll take mine in the usual spot, Luna. Miss Y/N is in her room.”

Luna looks at him surprised, but quickly wipes the look from her face and moves to set out his breakfast. He can tell by her not so subtle glances towards him that she’s holding her tongue.

“Go on Luna, ask what’s on your mind.”

She fills his mug with coffee and places the kettle back on the cart. She gives him a curious look.

“I don’t want to pry, your majesty. But why would Miss Y/N not stay with you? Did everything go alright?”

If anyone else were to pry into his personal matters like this, he’d snap. But Luna held a special spot. She reminded him of what a mother may be like. Kylo was very young when she was first hired to work in the castle. He still went by Ben then. She herself was much younger as well. But it didn’t take long for her to take on a maternal role towards him. She witnessed his mother cast him aside first hand. Ever since, Luna has tried to be a constant comforting figure for him. Even when he didn’t want it.

Kylo sighs as he sits down. He places his napkin over his thigh and begins picking at his fruit.

“Everything went as expected. I’m not sure why she didn’t stay. I can only assume it has something to do with me. I can’t imagine she’d want to sleep in the same bed as the man that practically bought her.”

Luna gives him a scolding look, placing her hand on her hip.

“Now I don’t want to hear any of that. You and I both know you did all that to get that girl out of trouble. One day, she’ll know that too. So no talking bad about yourself. You know how much I despise that.”

“She’d have to actually speak to me first. I’m afraid I ruined my chances with her before anything even got started.”

Luna collects the rest of her things and begins wheeling the cart towards the door. She turns back to him before leaving and gives him a smile.

“Don’t be sure of that just yet.”

Kylo spent the rest of his day locked in his office. That phrase ‘A King’s work is never done’ rang true with him. The amount of work waiting for him when he arrived back to the kingdom was monstrous. If he’d known all this would be waiting for him, he wouldn’t have bothered to have anything sent to him. It doesn’t seem as though it helped anyway.

He’s interrupted midday by a knock at his door. He doesn’t even lift his eyes from the paper he’s reading as he yells for them to enter.

Vicrul strolls alone, his hands clasped behind his back. He looks around the room before smirking at him.

“Something in the air feels different today. Do you sense it as well?”

Kylo looks up at him confused. He sets down his quill and leans back in his chair.

“What are you talking about, Vicrul?”

Vicrul and Kylo go back many years. They fought together in numerous battles before he became king. One of which, Kylo, saved his life. Ever since then they have stuck together. A brotherhood between them that neither speaks about, but both know is there. This had both it’s pros and cons. A pro was that they would both lay down their lives for the other. A pact that would never be broken. A con, having to deal with Vicrul.

He was a fierce fighter. Lethal with weapons and smart in tactics. But a damn idiot any other time. He always found fun in teasing Kylo, trying to get a rise out of him. His joking and laid back attitude was the complete opposite to Kylo’s. Though that’s probably why they made such good friends. But Kylo would never admit that.

Vicrul looks at him, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“You don’t feel it? It’s as if a change has taken place. A big one at that.”

“Vic, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

A mischievous smirk pulls across Vicrul’s face as he learn against the side of Kylo’s desk.

“Oh! I’ve figured it out! The King has finally gotten his dick wet! What a marvelous change indeed! They’ll be parading in the streets!”

Kylo groans and rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

“Shut up, Vicrul.”

“The boy King has finally become a man! I knew you looked different.”

Kylo ignores him, rubbing a hand over his face and bringing his attention back to the papers in front of him. Vicrul pulls out a chair in front of his desk, taking a seat and crossing his right ankle over his left knee.

“Tell me, how was it? Was she feisty? She seems feisty.”

Kylo snaps his head up to look at him.

“Do not talk about her like that. You’ll speak of your future queen with respect.”

Vicrul raises up his hands in defense, the smirk still on his face.

“Just wanted to come here and see how everything went or well, to make sure you came.”

Kylo’s face scrunches up and he grumbles out Vicrul’s name in warning again.

Vicrul only chuckles in response and relaxes into his seat more.

“Alright, alright. But seriously, how is everything with you and your beautiful bride. You two seemed to get along well at the reception. Have things simmered down?”

Kylo lets out an agitated sigh and sets his hands down on his desk.

“Everything went fine, Vic. We did what was expected of us and that’s it. She went back to her room and we haven’t seen each other since. There’s no feelings in this arrangement, just mutual benefits.”

“Now we both know that’s a load of bullshit. Anyone with eyes can see you’re enamored with that girl. Why don’t you just admit it to yourself, Kylo.”

Kylo’s fists clench as he begins to get worked up. He’d prefer Vicrul’s teasing right now.

“It doesn’t matter. Y/N hates me. I stole her life from her. She thinks I’m this piece of shit who bought her for my own selfish reasons and conspired with her father.”

“Y/N can only understand what she knows. If you don’t tell her any different she’s left to assume. Tell her why you did it. Hell, tell her about your own family.”

Just at the mention of his parents Kylo’s anger flares up. His nostrils flare and his face hardens.

“I’ll never burden her with that. She wouldn’t give a shit anyway. Who feels remorse for the enemy?”

Vicrul shakes his head at him, clearly disappointed in his answer.

“You’re not giving her enough credit. You can’t know until you try. Talk to her, show her.”

Kylo has finally reached his limit. He grunts and waves his hand towards the door. Staring at Vicrul with hard eyes.

“I’ve had enough. You’re dismissed, knight.”

A smirk makes its way back to Victor's face. He stands and makes his way to the door. He stops in front of it and turns to Kylo. He gives him a dramatic bow before standing up straight and winking at him.

“Have a good day, you’re majesty.”

Vicrul heads straight for the knight’s quarters, excited to tell them the good news. King Kylo was a virgin no more.

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Kylo sips on his wine and looks across the dining table towards where you sit. It’s your first dinner together as a married couple and it’s been tense to say the least. Very few words have been spoken. Just simple mutters of greetings and thank you’s towards the staff. The air is filled with the sounds of chewing and silverware.

You sneak peeks at Kylo as you eat. You can’t help but feel awkward. Your day with Luna was wonderful. You got to see all of the castle, including the gardens. Being more familiar with the grounds eased your nerves a bit. It also helped to distract you from the anxiety in your chest and the ache in between your legs. But now you had nothing to do other than get lost in your own thoughts. You wouldn’t know how to speak to Kylo even if you wanted to.

Eventually, Kylo clears his throat, grabbing your attention. He looks uncomfortable himself. Almost as if he’s struggling with this whole thing just as much as you are. He meets your eyes from across the table and you try to ignore the butterflies that come fluttering on in.

“I was told you took a tour of the castle today with Luna, how did that go?”

Was he trying to make conversation with you? Or were you in trouble? You weren’t sure how to read him yet. His tone gave away nothing. You pushed aside the anxiety and answered him.

“I did. It was wonderful. Your castle is beautiful, Kylo.”

“Our castle. What’s mine is now yours, Y/N.”

A blush begins to bloom on your cheeks at his words. You’re glad that this table is so long. You smile at him, which he returns. You begin to speak again but before you can get anything out your father makes his way into the dining room.

“Ah, I see you two have started without me!”

You look at your father stunned and turn back to Kylo. He looks absolutely furious by the intrusion. Not only did he interrupt your meal together, but he failed to offer Kylo the proper respects when entering the room. You knew your father was stupid, but not this stupid.

Kylo looks over to you and spots the frown on your face. His anger multiplies as he sees it. Your father clearly had a death wish.

“What do you think you’re doing, Duke?”

Your father pulls out a seat and plops down. He smirks at Kylo and waves his hands around him.

“Well coming to dinner, of course. I couldn’t find my daughter all day. Seems you’ve been keeping her pretty busy, huh Kylo?”

Your eyes go wide. Did he really just say that? Did your father really just insinuate that you and Kylo had been fucking all day? As if he didn’t have duties? As if that’s all you were good for? Wait, did he just call him by his name and not his title? Heavens help him because the man has gone mad.

Kylo’s jaw is clenched so hard he might break a few teeth. He’d care more if he wasn’t using every ounce of energy he had right now to stop himself from ripping your father’s head clean from his shoulders. His fists are clenched on top of his thighs underneath the table.

He stares daggers at your father before he speaks.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

Kylo’s voice is deep and rough, anger dripping from his tongue like poison.

Your father just turns to Kylo confused and shrugs.

“One can only assume after the wedding night you two would be quite busy. Unless my daughter isn’t holding up her end of the deal.”

Your father then turns his attention to you before anyone can utter another word.

“Is that it? Is that why he’s so angry? Y/N you had one fucking job. How hard is it to lie on your back and spread your legs? Your mother did it with no problem.”

A fire ignites within you at the mention of your mother. You snap your attention to him and throw your napkin on the table. You point your finger at him and snarl at him.

“Don’t you dare speak about mother that way.”

“Your mother knew how to get things done. How to see to her responsibilities, even if she didn’t want to. How you turned out like this is beyond me. I set you up with this lavish life and you’re still so damn ungrateful.”

You thought marrying and moving would get you away from him and his vile words. But clearly you were wrong. You stand from the table shaking your head.

“I won’t sit here and listen to this anymore. If you’ll excuse me, your majesty.”

Before Kylo can respond you’re moving away from the table. You only get a few feet before your father is standing and grabbing a hold of your arm and yanking you right back.

“You’ll leave when I say so. Your only purpose here is to be a pretty little vessel for the King’s cock. You’re a walking fucking womb, Y/N. So I expect you to fulfill your purpose and our end of the arrangement.”

Tears fill your eyes and you stand there staring at him. You’re left speechless. But that only angers him more. He tightens his grip on your arm, squeezing and shaking you.

“Answer me, girl!”

Before you can even think Kylo is tearing your father away from you. He pushes you to stand behind him, protecting you with his body.

“Don’t you dare lay your filthy fucking hands on her. You’re lucky I didn't break your hand for such a thing.”

Tears stream down your face as you clutch onto the back of Kylo’s jacket. Fear races up your spine.

“But that’s only because I have much worse in store for you. You’ll regret every word that left your mouth.”

Kylo turns his attention from your father who is lying on the floor, to stunned to stand, to one of the butlers in the room.

Hello everyone! I’m baaaack! If you’re still round, thank you! This has been a long time coming and I’m excited to be sharing this story with you all again. So let’s get right into it, shall we?

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A letter had been carefully crafted and sent just days after your coronation. Kylo had mulled it over for a day or so, trying to decide his exact moves.

He expected such pettiness, such childish moves from Lord Hux. That man had no sense with nothing to lose. Kylo did not hold the same regards anymore. He had much to lose now. Not just you, but his kingdom.

His uncle also had things to lose. So why he seemed to be working with a man like Hux baffled him. That was why he finally decided to send a letter to him, demanding to know just why he was doing so.

But after a fortnight passes with no response, Kylo begins to grow more agitated with the situation laid out before him.

He does not do well with things like this. His need for control trumps all else. Sensibility and common sense gets thrown to the wind. Kylo dwells on this for more time than healthy. Often pacing in his office and arguing with Vicrul over what to do. It grew tiring.

This all came to a head when Vicrul came stomping into his office, a stern look on his face.

“Your majesty, King Luke of Corellia is here. He requests an audience with you.”

Kylo drops his quil on his desk and stands quickly, his chair scraping across the floor.

“Take me to him now.”

The sound of boots pounding echo down the long corridors, both men approaching the meeting room with clenched fists and tight jaws. Vicrul is quick to swing the door open, allowing Kylo through. He takes his spot by the door, standing guard and essentially locking the two kings in the room.

Luke stands as they enter, folding his hands in front of him. His face remains neutral as he takes in his nephew. Anyone could see the anger written all over him. But his uncle knows him better. Knows him deeper. Which is why he also knows where to hit where it hurts. Where Kylo’s blindspots may be. Even his weaknesses.

“Hello Benjamin, thank you for meeting with me this afternoon.”

Kylo's skin burns in anger at the near mention of that name. He knew his uncle’s intent with that taunt. To get to him. To inspire a rage within him that would leave this meeting useless. But with that bit of knowledge within him he did his best to keep composed. To ensure that he received the answers he needed today rather than the usual screaming match.

This would be easier with you here. Everything typically was. You had a way with Kylo, a charm almost, that kept him sane. You were the breath of fresh air he needed in a suffocating room. Doing anything with you made sense. But of course you weren’t next to him. You couldn’t be.

“You will address me as my title and act with respect while in my kingdom. Now why are you here, Luke?”

Luke smirks as he takes a seat at the large table. He folds his hands atop it and looks to his nephew.

“It's interesting you bring up respect. That’s a large reason I am here. You’re an incredibly disrespectful man. It seems it’s angered a lot of people. You’re making more enemies than friends.”

Kylo remains standing, his fists tight by his sides.

“The discussion of respect is bold coming from a man working with Armitage Hux. A man known for his deceptive and disrespectful ways. Now tell me, Luke, why exactly are you two working together?”

Luke stands and pulls a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, slamming down on the table directly in front of Kylo.

“Well, since you asked, here it is.”

Kylo grabs the paper and unfolds it, looking at Luke skeptically. In bold letters right at the stop states 'Declaration of War.’ Kylo scans the document, slowly taking in the words before him.

Before he can utter a word Luke makes his way around the table, digging into his reasonings for such a bold move.

“You’ve brought this upon yourself, Ben. I could take your petty arguments and temper tantrums. The threat to steal my lands and take over my kingdom is where I draw the line.”

He continues to the door, giving Vicrul a distasteful look before swinging it open. He gives Kylo one last look over before stating, “Your actions of disrespect have led you here. It’s time to think about them. Maybe this will end your little power trip.” With that he walks out the door and down the long corridor leaving Kylo and Vicrul alone.

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You just so happen to be passing through the corridors when Luke crosses your path. You were heading to a meet with some of the other ladies in court for a late luncheon.

“Ah, Queen Y/N! How lovely to see you! I wasn't expecting to run into you during my visit. But how glad I am that I have!”

Luke stops in front of you and gives a small, polite bow. You give him a small curtsy back with a smile.

“Hello King Luke, how nice to see you. What brings you to our kingdom?”

Luke smirks and clears his throat, seemingly finding humor in something you aren’t aware of. He shrugs and looks down the hall at the way he came.

“Oh, I just came to visit my family. But I should apologize in advance. It seems I’ve upset our dear King Kylo. I’m sure that’s going to make your life a bit hard for a while. He isn’t the most gentle creature when he’s mad.”

You look at Luke confused.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe I follow. How would you upset him?”

You felt it best to let that last comment slide for now. Not wanting to dwell on it at this moment but rather get to the route of what he could be hinting at.

While you and Kylo were not getting along at the moment, you still cared for him. His well-being will still be your top priority and you took threats to that seriously.

Luke claps his hands in front of him before answering.

“Well, you see my nephew is not exactly the easiest individual to talk to, which I’m sure you know. We’ve had a difficult past. It seems things just couldn’t be resolved.”

You try to keep your face neutral as you listen to Luke speak. But all of this is coming as a shock. You had no idea about the relation between Kylo and Luke. This makes you realize just how little you actually know of Kylo and his past. He knows just about everything about you, not even of your own will. But you lack the basic knowledge of him. What’s his favorite color? Favorite food? Was he a happy child? Did he have a good relationship with his parents? You try to think and can’t come up with an answer for anything. It feels as though you married a stranger.

You come back to your senses enough to thank Luke for his admission. You dismiss yourself quickly, making up an excuse to get away from him. You needed to see Kylo. You need to discuss all of this with him before your head explodes.

You rush down the corridor Luke had come from, looking through each of the rooms to find where they had spoken. You stop in your tracks as you reach a door near the end.

The sounds of yelling are barely muffled through the door. You take slow steps forward, trying to hear what may be going on inside.

You can hear Vicrul on the other side.

“Kylo, you need to calm down! You need to stop!”

Kylo lets out a roar of anger before throwing another chair across the room, smashing it to splinters.

The sound of the crash sends you rushing down the hall in the other direction.

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Okay, how are we feeling? Like wtf Luke.

To get serious for a moment I’m posting this on a very special day to me. So I am extra excited to share this with you all today. As always, please let me know what you think! I appreciate you more than you know.

Love,

It has been less than a month since your father’s execution. You had been doing your best to come to terms with his death. You hadn’t been particularly sad about it. Typically, such a death would bring about a period of mourning for the family. But that did not take place.

No grieving overcame you. Instead, you felt rather impassive about it. In reality, you were adjusting to truly being an orphan. It feels incredibly different actually being all on your own. It had always been sort of a thing you lived with. You had already been doing mostly everything on your own. But now, it was just you. Well, you and Kylo.

Kylo had left that morning for Corellia. He planned to go and check on the dukedom and its current states. He was preparing to take it over. The most peaceful part of this situation has been the transfer of power of the dukedom. You were finally confident that the villagers would be safe.

The journey back to Corellia had been swift. Kylo had spent the entire time lost in thought. He played through numerous moments from the past weeks. Your father’s execution and burial was handled by his knights while he cared for you. He wanted nothing more than to carry it out himself, but you were more important. You needed him.

After that, plans began for the dukedom to be placed in his care. Without a male heir, everything your father owned will fall into the hands of his daughter's husband. To everyone’s luck, that’s Kylo. A smirk spreads on his face as he thinks about it all. Your father would just hate to know his dukedom is now in his control after everything. Even better, he has no intent on running it himself. He is simply handling the matters now out of tradition. After that, he has already appointed the perfect person for the job.

A moment that sticks out to him the most is the night you took control. Kylo always needed control. It was so deeply embedded in him. No matter the situation, Kylo needed to take over and make all the decisions. It made him feel strong, protected, and safe. But you took it from him, and he let you. He didn’t feel unsure, or unsafe. Kylo couldn’t admit it to himself but he liked it.

He shakes away his thoughts as the carriage stops in front of his uncle's ridiculously luxurious palace. Kylo takes a deep breath and prepares himself for the verbal battles yet to ensue.

You had been keeping yourself busy while Kylo was away. It took some convincing, but eventually Luna allowed you to join the maids in their normal chores. You assisted in the washing, cleaning, and cooking. It brought you joy to help complete these simple tasks. You nearly felt that sense of normalcy returning.

Jill had accompanied you on a walk through the garden. You wanted to check on the progress of the added crop as well as Franklin. You hadn’t had a chance to check in with him since his family had moved into the servants quarters. You’re gazing at the different blooms while she fills you in on her gossip.

“I’ve seen him around constantly! I’m not kidding, Y/N. I think he’s following me or something.”

You chuckle and shake your head.

“Jill, I highly doubt he’s following you.”

“I’m trying to be serious here. I feel like I can’t go anywhere in this palace without running into him.”

“It’s probably just a coincidence. The Knights of Ren are needed all over the palace grounds.”

“Yeah, and conveniently Trudgen’s needed near me. It’s fucking annoying.”

All you can do is roll your eyes at her. Jillian has been going on about one of Kylo’s knights, Trudgen, for a majority of your walk. It’s so painfully obvious she’s interested in him. But she’d rather go about pretending to despise him. Trudgen on the other hand has no problem making his interest in Jill known.

“Jill, maybe he’s got a crush on you. Be flattered.”

“I don’t fucking think so. He doesn’t stand a chance in hell.”

You fail to hold back your laugh at her response. You pull yourself together as you round a corner in the garden. You spot Franklin and make your way towards him.

“Hello Franklin! How are you today?”

Franklin quickly stands from his kneeling position in the soil. He wipes his hands off on his trousers and bows in your directly.

“Your Grace, it’s an honor to be in your presence today. I am quite well. How are you?”

“I’m just fine! I came to see the progress of the garden and how you’ve adjusted.”

“Oh, well I’m hoping you’re happy with everything so far. I’ve been able to add in most of the crops you requested. The rest should be in place by the end of the week. But I’ve adjusted quite well. I can't thank you enough, Your Grace.”

“Everything looks wonderful! You’ve shown the king and I how worthy you are of your place here. There is no need to thank me.”

While the two of you continue your conversation, another servant comes from the castle and towards you quickly.

“Your Grace, there is a visitor here requesting a meeting with you.”

“Oh, alright. Bring me to them then.”

You excuse yourself from the conversation and follow the servant to the throne room. The large wooden door is pushed open for you, allowing you to make your way towards your throne. Before you can make it all the way there your eyes land on the visitor waiting for you.

Lord Poe Dameron stands before both thrones, staring at each of them. His posture is stiff, at attention.

“Poe?”

He quickly whips around and meets your eyes. The second he sees you, his stance relaxes and a smile spreads across his face. You give him a bright smile as well.

You could barely believe he was here. The last time you saw him, your heart felt as though it had broken into millions of fragile bits. Saying goodbye to him had been one of the hardest things you’d done. You had yearned for him many nights before and after your wedding. Your adoration for him smacked you in the face as he stood in front of you.

“Hello, Y/N. Oh or should I say Your Grace? I don’t want to be incorrect.”

“Y/N is just fine. There’s no need for formalities between us, you know that.”

“Of course.” Poe nods.

He hasn't taken his eyes off of you since he turned to face you. Poe’s face is filled with adoration as he stares at you, a sweet smile gracing his lips. His eyes even looked upon you as though you were the most precious thing he had ever seen.

Your cheeks begin to cover with a blush at his gaze.

“What’s the reason for your visit today? I was told you requested a meeting with me?”

“Right, yes. Well I came today because I was made aware the King would be out of town. It would be the best time to have this discussion with you.”

You look at him confused, but allow him to continue.

“Y/N, I’m afraid I made a mistake the day I let you go. There has not been a day that has gone by that you have not consumed my mind. My feelings for you are just as strong as the day I proposed.”

You can’t help the small inhale you take at his words. Poe had crossed your mind many times since he let you go. Even after your wedding. Your fingers absentmindedly played with the ring on your chain he had given you constantly. It is always laid against your chest, close to your heart.

His confession leaves you stunned and speechless.

“Y/N, if even a bit of you feels the same for me. Leave with me right now. We can run off and find somewhere to be happy. You don't need to be stuck in this unhappy marriage. Let me take you away from all of this.”

Your eyes are wide, your jaw slacken in shock.

For the first time, she feels herself torn between the feelings she has for Poe and the ones developing for Kylo.

But a choice has been laid at your feet.